"Ma'am, we've reached Origin Zero." the officer said in awe rising from his seat to stare outside of his window. The thanagarian paused, her own eyes taking a look at the site before them.

"Excellent. Procede to the designated coordinates." Alatáriël looked at the ship's time. They were slightly behind schedule and they needed to return to Denon for the funeral of Luke Skywalker. Once reaching the coordinates, a cargo vessel departed from the Sol D'Oro and soared towards the surface. Eve and the prisoner were en route to the surface.

"Decloak the vessel and set course for the Rebellion homeworld."_________________Alatáriël Pallanén-DavadLeader of the Zerconian Hive